No Inbetween
Supertramp Lyrics


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So pardon me, boys
I'm gonna be late
I don't have the choice
I've got to get into shape

It's eight on the nose
And I gotta go
So pass me my coat
I've got to get to the show

Ain't got no feelin'
Ain't got no pain
Ain't got no reason
To try again

Don't need no finger
To point at me
Can't let it linger
I must get free

So send me away
'Cause I need a break
What more can I say?
There's just so much I can take

But don't be so sad
I'm feelin' alright
It won't be so bad
If I can get through tonight

It seemed so simple
Let's go out and have some fun
Someone to play to
We didn't know what we'd begun

Then as things grew
We really thought we had it made
But soon we all knew
That we'd be ending up like slaves

The simple fact is
There really ain't no in between
You're either up there
Or scurryin' round and lookin' lean

And when you're up there
They just can't wait to tear you down
Just like a treadmill
You find yourself goin' 'round

So pardon me, boys
I'm gonna be late
I don't have the choice
I've got to get into shape

So just one more time
Yeah, that is for sure




And then I'll be fine
Ah, but I've said it before

Overall Meaning

Supertramp's song "No Inbetween" speaks about the struggles that come with success in the music industry. The lyrics talk about the pressure to stay in shape, always needing to perform, and the constant fear of being torn down by critics. The song starts with the singer rushing to get to a show and feeling numb, like they don't have a reason to try again. Despite feeling this way, they know they need to keep going and can't let the pressure take them down. As they try to find a balance between success and maintaining their sanity, they realize that there is no in-between. They're either on top or struggling to keep up, and when they finally succeed, they're at risk of being torn down. The song ends with the singer promising to push on, even though they know it won't be easy.


The lyrics of "No Inbetween" capture the inherent paradox of pursuing success. On one hand, the singer loves performing and being on stage, but they're also plagued by doubt and insecurity. They can never truly relax, especially when they're under pressure to keep succeeding. The song also highlights the cutthroat nature of the music industry, where artists are at risk of being forgotten or torn down as soon as they lose touch with what made them successful in the first place.


Line by Line Meaning

So pardon me, boys
Apologies for the delay


I'm gonna be late
I'll be tardy


I don't have the choice
I don't have an alternative


I've got to get into shape
I need to exercise and improve myself


It's eight on the nose
It's exactly eight o'clock


And I gotta go
I need to leave quickly


So pass me my coat
Hand me my jacket


I've got to get to the show
I need to arrive at the performance


Ain't got no feelin'
I don't have any emotions


Ain't got no pain
I don't have any discomfort


Ain't got no reason
I don't have any justification


To try again
To attempt once more


Don't need no finger
I don't require anyone pointing at me


To point at me
To indicate me with their finger


Can't let it linger
I cannot allow it to last


I must get free
I need to be released


So send me away
Let me go


'Cause I need a break
Because I need some rest


What more can I say?
What else could I possibly mention?


There's just so much I can take
I can handle only so much


But don't be so sad
Please do not be overly sorrowful


I'm feelin' alright
I'm doing just fine


It won't be so bad
It won't be too terrible


If I can get through tonight
Assuming I can survive this evening


It seemed so simple
It appeared quite easy


Let's go out and have some fun
Let us leave and entertain ourselves


Someone to play to
Someone to perform in front of


We didn't know what we'd begun
We were unaware of what we had started


Then as things grew
Then as we progressed


We really thought we had it made
We genuinely believed we had succeeded


But soon we all knew
But eventually, we all realized


That we'd be ending up like slaves
That we would be enslaved


The simple fact is
The plain truth is


There really ain't no in between
There is no middle ground


You're either up there
You're either at the top


Or scurryin' round and lookin' lean
Scurrying around and appearing skinny and weak


And when you're up there
And when you're at the top


They just can't wait to tear you down
They want nothing more than to bring you down


Just like a treadmill
Similar to a fitness machine


You find yourself goin' 'round
You discover yourself going in circles


So just one more time
So once more


Yeah, that is for sure
Indeed, that is certain


And then I'll be fine
And then I shall be okay


Ah, but I've said it before
Yet I have mentioned this before




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RICHARD DAVIES

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